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Lil king
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YFG FATSO
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
King Ronald De’Andre Collier Jr.
Songwriter
Trevion Turner
Songwriter
Christopher Mosley Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CudaYouMadeThis
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905
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Lyrics
Anytime that’s a problem I’m pushin’ all n****s instead if I see it get on it
Still drop a track when I wanted two hundred or more, push it out I ain’t ridin’ no sole shit
Steal grind it like I ain’t get rich happy you would I think I would post it, I want it
I was out Saturday, never a day I would be hand reel reaped on the doge and the whole shit
I was goin’ out trynna start bringin’ it back, I ain’t never burnt out and he knows this
They sell those traps and the whips, I ain’t gotta play tough if a n**** act up he gon’ roll quick
Still bringin’ it up, ain’t responding to nothing it ain’t me, I don’t care about no old shit
Thot bitch holdin’, two of um dead as I know I ain’t gotta say much, I’m just rollin’
N****s plan to get clout we ain’t gotta get back, we don’t wanna put n****s in toasters
Still the n**** who ride in the back of the back with a chop, if we smoke him we blow this
If it’s fresh we pullin’ up blowin’ like these, if you don’t wanna what, let me know the end
Blackout hit him there blood every night on his temple, with a n**** guy hit up from both ends
Rockstar lifestyle n****s know I really live it, just give me a reason to go in
I don’t wanna talk about n****s, we chalk out n****s, am I gon’ check on the scroll then
I told him before, you was not no killer boy you were never swingin’ no dough in
I told them n****s I don’t play when it comes in my hands, imma pay all cash, no hoe shit
We do it once pay up for bodies you know this, get that lil wee kicker, I pitch dough in
I ain’t never seen no jet I’m holdin’, big cake we gotta a lot, out blow this
N****s ain’t on the crown, we spinnin’ for none I’ll just be in the crib, want some whole shit
We been tied on the arm, disrespect get slumped, we pull up send a bomb, we are holier
Ok we knock shit off, the dance on that ass fat is gonna get em off
Leave a bitch right where you stand, I’m hostage, put a hot bitch in a box and I’m cow shit
N****s talkin’ for what, they know we be fucking shit up, we don’t care after cost no
Right now I gotta drake in the booth n**** playin’ this bitch, he gonna die on Fyfel
Written by: Christopher Mosley Jr., King Ronald De’Andre Collier Jr., Trevion Turner